According to 6PR cockjock Howard “Good Riddance” Sattler, Perth pensioners are gnawing on dog bones in the dark these desperate days. If so, is it right that this tavern should have it’s heaters on with the doors wide open during this gas crisis? I have to say yes and YES. It’s like tapping your foot lightly to the brass band as the Titanic goes down, raising one last dry martini to the conductor with an insouciant smile on the dial. I have to call not worst. It just seems so right to be having a drink in the bracing winter air with gas heaters lightly toasting the brow with the last few cc’s of the country’s gas supplies, while chuckling about dog food guzzling pensioners. Ahh, happy days, happy days. Why don’t Sattler’s dog food gatronomes (if they exist) drop by. The barman will warm up a can of mulled PAL for them.

I did get a couple of worsts at the establishment though. Worst wearing of pants…

We’ve turned our spa off (it uses a heat pump). I’m a bit miffed because the Freo Pool phoned to cancel the kid’s swimming lessons. LittleSquib has just learnt to swim unaided and no doubt by the time they fix it all she will have to start back as a jellyfish

I took this issue up in my most recent blog, as someone who survived the 20 day gas shut down in Melbourne back in 1989. Can’t live without our gas heating? Try taking a cold shower when it’s 3 degrees on a chill Melbourne morn… as DC would likely say, ‘fucking outraged!’

Strange, but on yesterday’s visit to the local supermarket, I noticed that the shelves that host the personal hygiene articles were virtually depleted of deodorants.
Are we getting soft or what?
Obviously not many Gordonstoun Boarding school ex-pupils resident in the Western sububs.

“Strange, but on yesterday’s visit to the local supermarket, I noticed that the shelves that host the personal hygiene articles were virtually depleted of deodorants.”

You may have something there Rolly.

I commute by motorcycle, and, as I merrily scooted through the traffic on GE Highway this morning (and yesterday for that matter) the perfume of personal hygeine products wafting from seemingly every vehicle, overpowered the usual tang of exhaust fumes. Not a phenomenon I’ve previously noticed.

I heat with wood and my hot water and cooking are from bottled gas (different source from NG) so I’m watching the situation with amused detachment.

A mate was at a meeting with government officials a few days ago to discuss the gas issue, and, apparently, they were at pains to emphasise that it was not a crisis and basically banned the use of the C word.

I’ve had a gas crisis in Melbourne in 1998. Two weeks of cold showers, fortunately it was in the Spring. There was no gas cooking either, and I remember the shops ran out of microwaves and electric kettles within 2 days.
Why hasn’t the gas for showers and boiled peas been turned off in Perth? The dedicated Simpsons fan might spot this quote: “Err, election in November, election in November…”